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My crew go hunting\nWe keep it on the norm then we transform som'ing\nAnd while, we do it, you bounce to it\nThe cops wanna stop the Body Rock but don't do it\n\nDynomite like Jimmy J.J.\nSwap down penny, somewhere in LA\nNow we got to bond like Voltron\nTash you the bomb, Mos you the won ton\n\nQ will pick the lead, I must drop on thee\nA B S, I bust down, facility\nT R A C T is the MC\nIt's the LL, inside the place to be\n\nTash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?\nQ-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\nMos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?\nWe got the universal brothers that you got to like\n\nNow ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\nSo turn your AC up 'cause it's hot tonight!\nAnd 'til the bright early morn' we'll be rocking you all\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\nAll my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say\nDon't stop, the body rock\nAll my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say\nDon't stop, the body Rock\n\nShaolin to LI and you know we're fly, said\nDon't stop, the body rock\nAll the people on the Greens and the land in between said\nDon't stop, the body rock, no stopping, no stopping\n\nOut in Jersey, no stopping\nPhiladelpi I, no stopping\nChi Town getting down, the playgrounds\nDetroit you say, no stopping\nIn Cali, no stopping\nAnd the great VA, no stopping, it says\n\nIt said the Brooklyn town, no stopping\nAnd the Boogie Down, no stopping\nLI and Queens, no stopping\nAnd you see Medina Greens, no stopping\n\nYou know we, Lyricist Lounge, no stopping\nAnd my man Abstract, no stopping\nCause see we never the wack, no stopping\nDon't stop, the body bock, don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Body Rock (feat. 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My crew go hunting\n  We keep it on the norm then we transform som'ing\n  And while, we do it, you bounce to it\n  The cops wanna stop the Body Rock but don't do it\n\n  Dynomite like Jimmy J.J.\n  Swap down penny, somewhere in LA\n  Now we got to bond like Voltron\n  Tash you the bomb, Mos you the won ton\n\n  Q will pick the lead, I must drop on thee\n  A B S, I bust down, facility\n  T R A C T is the MC\n  It's the LL, inside the place to be\n\n  Tash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\n  Mos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  We got the universal brothers that you got to like\n\n  Now ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\n  So turn your AC up 'cause it's hot tonight!\n  And 'til the bright early morn' we'll be rocking you all\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  All my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  All my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say\n  Don't stop, the body Rock\n\n  Shaolin to LI and you know we're fly, said\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  All the people on the Greens and the land in between said\n  Don't stop, the body rock, no stopping, no stopping\n\n  Out in Jersey, no stopping\n  Philadelpi I, no stopping\n  Chi Town getting down, the playgrounds\n  Detroit you say, no stopping\n  In Cali, no stopping\n  And the great VA, no stopping, it says\n\n  It said the Brooklyn town, no stopping\n  And the Boogie Down, no stopping\n  LI and Queens, no stopping\n  And you see Medina Greens, no stopping\n\n  You know we, Lyricist Lounge, no stopping\n  And my man Abstract, no stopping\n  Cause see we never the wack, no stopping\n  Don't stop, the body bock, don't stop\n"},{"id":29491286,"name":"Body Rock","trackName":"Body Rock","artistName":"Mos Def feat. 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My crew go hunting\nWe keep it on the norm then we transform som'ing\nAnd while, we do it, you bounce to it\nThe cops wanna stop the Body Rock but don't do it\n\nDynomite like Jimmy J.J.\nSwap down penny, somewhere in LA\nNow we got to bond like Voltron\nTash you the bomb, Mos you the won ton\n\nQ will pick the lead, I must drop on thee\nA B S, I bust down, facility\nT R A C T is the MC\nIt's the LL, inside the place to be\n\nTash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?\nQ-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\nMos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?\nWe got the universal brothers that you got to like\n\nNow ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\nSo turn your AC up 'cause it's hot tonight!\nAnd 'til the bright early morn' we'll be rocking you all\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\nAll my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say\nDon't stop, the body rock\nAll my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say\nDon't stop, the body Rock\n\nShaolin to LI and you know we're fly, said\nDon't stop, the body rock\nAll the people on the Greens and the land in between said\nDon't stop, the body rock, no stopping, no stopping\n\nOut in Jersey, no stopping\nPhiladelpi I, no stopping\nChi Town getting down, the playgrounds\nDetroit you say, no stopping\nIn Cali, no stopping\nAnd the great VA, no stopping, it says\n\nIt said the Brooklyn town, no stopping\nAnd the Boogie Down, no stopping\nLI and Queens, no stopping\nAnd you see Medina Greens, no stopping\n\nYou know we, Lyricist Lounge, no stopping\nAnd my man Abstract, no stopping\nCause see we never the wack, no stopping\nDon't stop, the body bock, don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Body Rock\n  artist: Mos Def feat. Q‐Tip & Tash\n  album: 'Rawkus Records: Best of Decade I (1995–2005)'\n  duration_ms: 312000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aight, uhh, alright y'all slow down I'm trying\n  Aight, yo I I only took a little bit of Spanish you gotta\n  I, I hear what you're saying but yo, aight okay\n  Alright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you, okay\n  Alright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you yo\n\n  All my people in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say\n  We don't stop, the body rock\n  All my people in Queens and the land in between say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  Shaolin and LI say you know we're fly, say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  From the east to the west son we take it to the chest say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  I'm in the lab with ab, I got the band they're fat\n  My man T A S H take it to your breastplate\n  It's the mighty Mos Def, complete the trilogy\n  Just shot myself a dime, see are you feeling me?\n\n  Son I'm wicked and nice when I'm on facility\n  Let me take a sec to review what I wrote\n  Mos Def and I sound par fresh, okay it's dope\n  Let's record this they gonna want this\n\n  And all area crew is gonna flaunt this\n  And when we step to the plate Pah it's flawless\n  My man T A S H with styles glory great\n  Great, great great, great great\n\n  Up next we got CaTash with that west coast rhyming\n  Bombing niggaz with the style as dangerous as mountain climbing\n  'Cause the Alkie words I'm spitting be twisting while you listening\n  Plus I'm in this motherfucker with the Likwit coalition\n\n  That'll leave you in position, twisted backwards like dough go\n  While you staring down my throat like, \"Is he drunk or is he sober?\"\n  Who knows, all I know is Tash got flows\n  And got the technique to get the ladies out of their clothes\n\n  I been overly exposed to the forty O's and chickens\n  So I'ma keep it pumping 'til the beat stop kicking\n  Or 'til the plot thickens, 'cause this is how we do\n  CaTash Trophe, Mos Def, and the brother man\n\n  What's up Tash, hey yo, Tip can't call it\n  Sure as Mos is Def and you alkaholik\n  I'ma be surfing at, thing that's worth dealing\n  Hypodermically, shoot up your feeling\n\n  Figuratively, speaking of course now\n  Old and greediness, seeking it's course now\n  What we gonna do, eradicate them\n  Shoot them from the jam, they be diseased phlegm\n\n  Tash love, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\n  Mos def, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  We got the universal style that you got to like\n\n  And ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\n  So turn the AC up 'cause it's hot tonight\n  And 'til the bright early morn' we be rocking you all\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  'Cause I'm next to flex, and I'm technically advanced\n  To turn you on like cybersex, so in less than two sec's\n  I blind MC's like Thomas Dolby with the Science that'll leave\n  They braincells frying slowly so slowly I flow and\n\n  Express written consent, from the under grounding niggaz\n  'Coast II Coast' I represent 'cause getting bent, I do\n  But I'm doper than Sherm plus the way I put it down\n  Could burn the perm off Big Worm, so peep this private screening\n\n  Of the last action hero that be freezing rappers dead in they tracks\n  Like Sub Zero 'cause Rico ain't no joke\n  I eat yo' flows and yo' beat up rappers even feel my presence\n  When I'm home with my feet up\n\n  Yo what you skied up or treed up?\n  Relax and pull a seat up, make your landlord turn the heat up\n  Got the opposition shook like Tiger Woods about to tee up\n  So niggaz no competition with the clear Mos Definition\n\n  MC's screaming now for years\n  Can't rhyme without their mom's permission\n  You just a young'un coming out, getting gassed to run your mouth\n  Wilding on the run about, Baby Pah you coming out\n  Barking that you want a 'bout but son you know the come about\n  When Mos Def blow up and, you don't, nothing\n\n  Don't you know nothing? My crew go hunting\n  We keep it on the norm then we transform som'ing\n  And while, we do it, you bounce to it\n  The cops wanna stop the Body Rock but don't do it\n\n  Dynomite like Jimmy J.J.\n  Swap down penny, somewhere in LA\n  Now we got to bond like Voltron\n  Tash you the bomb, Mos you the won ton\n\n  Q will pick the lead, I must drop on thee\n  A B S, I bust down, facility\n  T R A C T is the MC\n  It's the LL, inside the place to be\n\n  Tash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\n  Mos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  We got the universal brothers that you got to like\n\n  Now ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\n  So turn your AC up 'cause it's hot tonight!\n  And 'til the bright early morn' we'll be rocking you all\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  All my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  All my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say\n  Don't stop, the body Rock\n\n  Shaolin to LI and you know we're fly, said\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  All the people on the Greens and the land in between said\n  Don't stop, the body rock, no stopping, no stopping\n\n  Out in Jersey, no stopping\n  Philadelpi I, no stopping\n  Chi Town getting down, the playgrounds\n  Detroit you say, no stopping\n  In Cali, no stopping\n  And the great VA, no stopping, it says\n\n  It said the Brooklyn town, no stopping\n  And the Boogie Down, no stopping\n  LI and Queens, no stopping\n  And you see Medina Greens, no stopping\n\n  You know we, Lyricist Lounge, no stopping\n  And my man Abstract, no stopping\n  Cause see we never the wack, no stopping\n  Don't stop, the body bock, don't stop\n"},{"id":29618107,"name":"Body Rock","trackName":"Body Rock","artistName":"Mos Def feat. Q‐Tip & Tash","albumName":"Rawkus Records: Best of Decade I (1995-2005)","duration":311.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aight, uhh, alright y'all slow down I'm trying\nAight, yo I I only took a little bit of Spanish you gotta\nI, I hear what you're saying but yo, aight okay\nAlright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you, okay\nAlright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you yo\n\nAll my people in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say\nWe don't stop, the body rock\nAll my people in Queens and the land in between say we\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\nShaolin and LI say you know we're fly, say we\nDon't stop, the body rock\nFrom the east to the west son we take it to the chest say we\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\nI'm in the lab with ab, I got the band they're fat\nMy man T A S H take it to your breastplate\nIt's the mighty Mos Def, complete the trilogy\nJust shot myself a dime, see are you feeling me?\n\nSon I'm wicked and nice when I'm on facility\nLet me take a sec to review what I wrote\nMos Def and I sound par fresh, okay it's dope\nLet's record this they gonna want this\n\nAnd all area crew is gonna flaunt this\nAnd when we step to the plate Pah it's flawless\nMy man T A S H with styles glory great\nGreat, great great, great great\n\nUp next we got CaTash with that west coast rhyming\nBombing niggaz with the style as dangerous as mountain climbing\n'Cause the Alkie words I'm spitting be twisting while you listening\nPlus I'm in this motherfucker with the Likwit coalition\n\nThat'll leave you in position, twisted backwards like dough go\nWhile you staring down my throat like, \"Is he drunk or is he sober?\"\nWho knows, all I know is Tash got flows\nAnd got the technique to get the ladies out of their clothes\n\nI been overly exposed to the forty O's and chickens\nSo I'ma keep it pumping 'til the beat stop kicking\nOr 'til the plot thickens, 'cause this is how we do\nCaTash Trophe, Mos Def, and the brother man\n\nWhat's up Tash, hey yo, Tip can't call it\nSure as Mos is Def and you alkaholik\nI'ma be surfing at, thing that's worth dealing\nHypodermically, shoot up your feeling\n\nFiguratively, speaking of course now\nOld and greediness, seeking it's course now\nWhat we gonna do, eradicate them\nShoot them from the jam, they be diseased phlegm\n\nTash love, are you ready to rock the mic?\nQ-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\nMos def, are you ready to rock the mic?\nWe got the universal style that you got to like\n\nAnd ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\nSo turn the AC up 'cause it's hot tonight\nAnd 'til the bright early morn' we be rocking you all\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\n'Cause I'm next to flex, and I'm technically advanced\nTo turn you on like cybersex, so in less than two sec's\nI blind MC's like Thomas Dolby with the Science that'll leave\nThey braincells frying slowly so slowly I flow and\n\nExpress written consent, from the under grounding niggaz\n'Coast II Coast' I represent 'cause getting bent, I do\nBut I'm doper than Sherm plus the way I put it down\nCould burn the perm off Big Worm, so peep this private screening\n\nOf the last action hero that be freezing rappers dead in they tracks\nLike Sub Zero 'cause Rico ain't no joke\nI eat yo' flows and yo' beat up rappers even feel my presence\nWhen I'm home with my feet up\n\nYo what you skied up or treed up?\nRelax and pull a seat up, make your landlord turn the heat up\nGot the opposition shook like Tiger Woods about to tee up\nSo niggaz no competition with the clear Mos Definition\n\nMC's screaming now for years\nCan't rhyme without their mom's permission\nYou just a young'un coming out, getting gassed to run your mouth\nWilding on the run about, Baby Pah you coming out\nBarking that you want a 'bout but son you know the come about\nWhen Mos Def blow up and, you don't, nothing\n\nDon't you know nothing? My crew go hunting\nWe keep it on the norm then we transform som'ing\nAnd while, we do it, you bounce to it\nThe cops wanna stop the Body Rock but don't do it\n\nDynomite like Jimmy J.J.\nSwap down penny, somewhere in LA\nNow we got to bond like Voltron\nTash you the bomb, Mos you the won ton\n\nQ will pick the lead, I must drop on thee\nA B S, I bust down, facility\nT R A C T is the MC\nIt's the LL, inside the place to be\n\nTash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?\nQ-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\nMos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?\nWe got the universal brothers that you got to like\n\nNow ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\nSo turn your AC up 'cause it's hot tonight!\nAnd 'til the bright early morn' we'll be rocking you all\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\nAll my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say\nDon't stop, the body rock\nAll my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say\nDon't stop, the body Rock\n\nShaolin to LI and you know we're fly, said\nDon't stop, the body rock\nAll the people on the Greens and the land in between said\nDon't stop, the body rock, no stopping, no stopping\n\nOut in Jersey, no stopping\nPhiladelpi I, no stopping\nChi Town getting down, the playgrounds\nDetroit you say, no stopping\nIn Cali, no stopping\nAnd the great VA, no stopping, it says\n\nIt said the Brooklyn town, no stopping\nAnd the Boogie Down, no stopping\nLI and Queens, no stopping\nAnd you see Medina Greens, no stopping\n\nYou know we, Lyricist Lounge, no stopping\nAnd my man Abstract, no stopping\nCause see we never the wack, no stopping\nDon't stop, the body bock, don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Body Rock\n  artist: Mos Def feat. Q‐Tip & Tash\n  album: 'Rawkus Records: Best of Decade I (1995-2005)'\n  duration_ms: 311000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aight, uhh, alright y'all slow down I'm trying\n  Aight, yo I I only took a little bit of Spanish you gotta\n  I, I hear what you're saying but yo, aight okay\n  Alright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you, okay\n  Alright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you yo\n\n  All my people in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say\n  We don't stop, the body rock\n  All my people in Queens and the land in between say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  Shaolin and LI say you know we're fly, say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  From the east to the west son we take it to the chest say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  I'm in the lab with ab, I got the band they're fat\n  My man T A S H take it to your breastplate\n  It's the mighty Mos Def, complete the trilogy\n  Just shot myself a dime, see are you feeling me?\n\n  Son I'm wicked and nice when I'm on facility\n  Let me take a sec to review what I wrote\n  Mos Def and I sound par fresh, okay it's dope\n  Let's record this they gonna want this\n\n  And all area crew is gonna flaunt this\n  And when we step to the plate Pah it's flawless\n  My man T A S H with styles glory great\n  Great, great great, great great\n\n  Up next we got CaTash with that west coast rhyming\n  Bombing niggaz with the style as dangerous as mountain climbing\n  'Cause the Alkie words I'm spitting be twisting while you listening\n  Plus I'm in this motherfucker with the Likwit coalition\n\n  That'll leave you in position, twisted backwards like dough go\n  While you staring down my throat like, \"Is he drunk or is he sober?\"\n  Who knows, all I know is Tash got flows\n  And got the technique to get the ladies out of their clothes\n\n  I been overly exposed to the forty O's and chickens\n  So I'ma keep it pumping 'til the beat stop kicking\n  Or 'til the plot thickens, 'cause this is how we do\n  CaTash Trophe, Mos Def, and the brother man\n\n  What's up Tash, hey yo, Tip can't call it\n  Sure as Mos is Def and you alkaholik\n  I'ma be surfing at, thing that's worth dealing\n  Hypodermically, shoot up your feeling\n\n  Figuratively, speaking of course now\n  Old and greediness, seeking it's course now\n  What we gonna do, eradicate them\n  Shoot them from the jam, they be diseased phlegm\n\n  Tash love, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\n  Mos def, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  We got the universal style that you got to like\n\n  And ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\n  So turn the AC up 'cause it's hot tonight\n  And 'til the bright early morn' we be rocking you all\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  'Cause I'm next to flex, and I'm technically advanced\n  To turn you on like cybersex, so in less than two sec's\n  I blind MC's like Thomas Dolby with the Science that'll leave\n  They braincells frying slowly so slowly I flow and\n\n  Express written consent, from the under grounding niggaz\n  'Coast II Coast' I represent 'cause getting bent, I do\n  But I'm doper than Sherm plus the way I put it down\n  Could burn the perm off Big Worm, so peep this private screening\n\n  Of the last action hero that be freezing rappers dead in they tracks\n  Like Sub Zero 'cause Rico ain't no joke\n  I eat yo' flows and yo' beat up rappers even feel my presence\n  When I'm home with my feet up\n\n  Yo what you skied up or treed up?\n  Relax and pull a seat up, make your landlord turn the heat up\n  Got the opposition shook like Tiger Woods about to tee up\n  So niggaz no competition with the clear Mos Definition\n\n  MC's screaming now for years\n  Can't rhyme without their mom's permission\n  You just a young'un coming out, getting gassed to run your mouth\n  Wilding on the run about, Baby Pah you coming out\n  Barking that you want a 'bout but son you know the come about\n  When Mos Def blow up and, you don't, nothing\n\n  Don't you know nothing? My crew go hunting\n  We keep it on the norm then we transform som'ing\n  And while, we do it, you bounce to it\n  The cops wanna stop the Body Rock but don't do it\n\n  Dynomite like Jimmy J.J.\n  Swap down penny, somewhere in LA\n  Now we got to bond like Voltron\n  Tash you the bomb, Mos you the won ton\n\n  Q will pick the lead, I must drop on thee\n  A B S, I bust down, facility\n  T R A C T is the MC\n  It's the LL, inside the place to be\n\n  Tash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\n  Mos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  We got the universal brothers that you got to like\n\n  Now ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\n  So turn your AC up 'cause it's hot tonight!\n  And 'til the bright early morn' we'll be rocking you all\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  All my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  All my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say\n  Don't stop, the body Rock\n\n  Shaolin to LI and you know we're fly, said\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  All the people on the Greens and the land in between said\n  Don't stop, the body rock, no stopping, no stopping\n\n  Out in Jersey, no stopping\n  Philadelpi I, no stopping\n  Chi Town getting down, the playgrounds\n  Detroit you say, no stopping\n  In Cali, no stopping\n  And the great VA, no stopping, it says\n\n  It said the Brooklyn town, no stopping\n  And the Boogie Down, no stopping\n  LI and Queens, no stopping\n  And you see Medina Greens, no stopping\n\n  You know we, Lyricist Lounge, no stopping\n  And my man Abstract, no stopping\n  Cause see we never the wack, no stopping\n  Don't stop, the body bock, don't stop\n"},{"id":24954000,"name":"Body Rock","trackName":"Body Rock","artistName":"Mos Def feat. Q‐Tip & Tash","albumName":"Rawkus Records: Best of Decade I (1995–2005)","duration":308.273,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aight, uhh, alright y'all slow down I'm trying\nAight, yo I I only took a little bit of Spanish you gotta\nI, I hear what you're saying but yo, aight okay\nAlright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you, okay\nAlright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you yo\n\nAll my people in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say\nWe don't stop, the body rock\nAll my people in Queens and the land in between say we\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\nShaolin and LI say you know we're fly, say we\nDon't stop, the body rock\nFrom the east to the west son we take it to the chest say we\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\nI'm in the lab with ab, I got the band they're fat\nMy man T A S H take it to your breastplate\nIt's the mighty Mos Def, complete the trilogy\nJust shot myself a dime, see are you feeling me?\n\nSon I'm wicked and nice when I'm on facility\nLet me take a sec to review what I wrote\nMos Def and I sound par fresh, okay it's dope\nLet's record this they gonna want this\n\nAnd all area crew is gonna flaunt this\nAnd when we step to the plate Pah it's flawless\nMy man T A S H with styles glory great\nGreat, great great, great great\n\nUp next we got CaTash with that west coast rhyming\nBombing niggaz with the style as dangerous as mountain climbing\n'Cause the Alkie words I'm spitting be twisting while you listening\nPlus I'm in this motherfucker with the Likwit coalition\n\nThat'll leave you in position, twisted backwards like dough go\nWhile you staring down my throat like, \"Is he drunk or is he sober?\"\nWho knows, all I know is Tash got flows\nAnd got the technique to get the ladies out of their clothes\n\nI been overly exposed to the forty O's and chickens\nSo I'ma keep it pumping 'til the beat stop kicking\nOr 'til the plot thickens, 'cause this is how we do\nCaTash Trophe, Mos Def, and the brother man\n\nWhat's up Tash, hey yo, Tip can't call it\nSure as Mos is Def and you alkaholik\nI'ma be surfing at, thing that's worth dealing\nHypodermically, shoot up your feeling\n\nFiguratively, speaking of course now\nOld and greediness, seeking it's course now\nWhat we gonna do, eradicate them\nShoot them from the jam, they be diseased phlegm\n\nTash love, are you ready to rock the mic?\nQ-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\nMos def, are you ready to rock the mic?\nWe got the universal style that you got to like\n\nAnd ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\nSo turn the AC up 'cause it's hot tonight\nAnd 'til the bright early morn' we be rocking you all\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\n'Cause I'm next to flex, and I'm technically advanced\nTo turn you on like cybersex, so in less than two sec's\nI blind MC's like Thomas Dolby with the Science that'll leave\nThey braincells frying slowly so slowly I flow and\n\nExpress written consent, from the under grounding niggaz\n'Coast II Coast' I represent 'cause getting bent, I do\nBut I'm doper than Sherm plus the way I put it down\nCould burn the perm off Big Worm, so peep this private screening\n\nOf the last action hero that be freezing rappers dead in they tracks\nLike Sub Zero 'cause Rico ain't no joke\nI eat yo' flows and yo' beat up rappers even feel my presence\nWhen I'm home with my feet up\n\nYo what you skied up or treed up?\nRelax and pull a seat up, make your landlord turn the heat up\nGot the opposition shook like Tiger Woods about to tee up\nSo niggaz no competition with the clear Mos Definition\n\nMC's screaming now for years\nCan't rhyme without their mom's permission\nYou just a young'un coming out, getting gassed to run your mouth\nWilding on the run about, Baby Pah you coming out\nBarking that you want a 'bout but son you know the come about\nWhen Mos Def blow up and, you don't, nothing\n\nDon't you know nothing? My crew go hunting\nWe keep it on the norm then we transform som'ing\nAnd while, we do it, you bounce to it\nThe cops wanna stop the Body Rock but don't do it\n\nDynomite like Jimmy J.J.\nSwap down penny, somewhere in LA\nNow we got to bond like Voltron\nTash you the bomb, Mos you the won ton\n\nQ will pick the lead, I must drop on thee\nA B S, I bust down, facility\nT R A C T is the MC\nIt's the LL, inside the place to be\n\nTash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?\nQ-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\nMos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?\nWe got the universal brothers that you got to like\n\nNow ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\nSo turn your AC up 'cause it's hot tonight!\nAnd 'til the bright early morn' we'll be rocking you all\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\nAll my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say\nDon't stop, the body rock\nAll my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say\nDon't stop, the body Rock\n\nShaolin to LI and you know we're fly, said\nDon't stop, the body rock\nAll the people on the Greens and the land in between said\nDon't stop, the body rock, no stopping, no stopping\n\nOut in Jersey, no stopping\nPhiladelpi I, no stopping\nChi Town getting down, the playgrounds\nDetroit you say, no stopping\nIn Cali, no stopping\nAnd the great VA, no stopping, it says\n\nIt said the Brooklyn town, no stopping\nAnd the Boogie Down, no stopping\nLI and Queens, no stopping\nAnd you see Medina Greens, no stopping\n\nYou know we, Lyricist Lounge, no stopping\nAnd my man Abstract, no stopping\nCause see we never the wack, no stopping\nDon't stop, the body bock, don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Body Rock\n  artist: Mos Def feat. Q‐Tip & Tash\n  album: 'Rawkus Records: Best of Decade I (1995–2005)'\n  duration_ms: 308273\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aight, uhh, alright y'all slow down I'm trying\n  Aight, yo I I only took a little bit of Spanish you gotta\n  I, I hear what you're saying but yo, aight okay\n  Alright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you, okay\n  Alright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you yo\n\n  All my people in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say\n  We don't stop, the body rock\n  All my people in Queens and the land in between say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  Shaolin and LI say you know we're fly, say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  From the east to the west son we take it to the chest say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  I'm in the lab with ab, I got the band they're fat\n  My man T A S H take it to your breastplate\n  It's the mighty Mos Def, complete the trilogy\n  Just shot myself a dime, see are you feeling me?\n\n  Son I'm wicked and nice when I'm on facility\n  Let me take a sec to review what I wrote\n  Mos Def and I sound par fresh, okay it's dope\n  Let's record this they gonna want this\n\n  And all area crew is gonna flaunt this\n  And when we step to the plate Pah it's flawless\n  My man T A S H with styles glory great\n  Great, great great, great great\n\n  Up next we got CaTash with that west coast rhyming\n  Bombing niggaz with the style as dangerous as mountain climbing\n  'Cause the Alkie words I'm spitting be twisting while you listening\n  Plus I'm in this motherfucker with the Likwit coalition\n\n  That'll leave you in position, twisted backwards like dough go\n  While you staring down my throat like, \"Is he drunk or is he sober?\"\n  Who knows, all I know is Tash got flows\n  And got the technique to get the ladies out of their clothes\n\n  I been overly exposed to the forty O's and chickens\n  So I'ma keep it pumping 'til the beat stop kicking\n  Or 'til the plot thickens, 'cause this is how we do\n  CaTash Trophe, Mos Def, and the brother man\n\n  What's up Tash, hey yo, Tip can't call it\n  Sure as Mos is Def and you alkaholik\n  I'ma be surfing at, thing that's worth dealing\n  Hypodermically, shoot up your feeling\n\n  Figuratively, speaking of course now\n  Old and greediness, seeking it's course now\n  What we gonna do, eradicate them\n  Shoot them from the jam, they be diseased phlegm\n\n  Tash love, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\n  Mos def, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  We got the universal style that you got to like\n\n  And ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\n  So turn the AC up 'cause it's hot tonight\n  And 'til the bright early morn' we be rocking you all\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  'Cause I'm next to flex, and I'm technically advanced\n  To turn you on like cybersex, so in less than two sec's\n  I blind MC's like Thomas Dolby with the Science that'll leave\n  They braincells frying slowly so slowly I flow and\n\n  Express written consent, from the under grounding niggaz\n  'Coast II Coast' I represent 'cause getting bent, I do\n  But I'm doper than Sherm plus the way I put it down\n  Could burn the perm off Big Worm, so peep this private screening\n\n  Of the last action hero that be freezing rappers dead in they tracks\n  Like Sub Zero 'cause Rico ain't no joke\n  I eat yo' flows and yo' beat up rappers even feel my presence\n  When I'm home with my feet up\n\n  Yo what you skied up or treed up?\n  Relax and pull a seat up, make your landlord turn the heat up\n  Got the opposition shook like Tiger Woods about to tee up\n  So niggaz no competition with the clear Mos Definition\n\n  MC's screaming now for years\n  Can't rhyme without their mom's permission\n  You just a young'un coming out, getting gassed to run your mouth\n  Wilding on the run about, Baby Pah you coming out\n  Barking that you want a 'bout but son you know the come about\n  When Mos Def blow up and, you don't, nothing\n\n  Don't you know nothing? My crew go hunting\n  We keep it on the norm then we transform som'ing\n  And while, we do it, you bounce to it\n  The cops wanna stop the Body Rock but don't do it\n\n  Dynomite like Jimmy J.J.\n  Swap down penny, somewhere in LA\n  Now we got to bond like Voltron\n  Tash you the bomb, Mos you the won ton\n\n  Q will pick the lead, I must drop on thee\n  A B S, I bust down, facility\n  T R A C T is the MC\n  It's the LL, inside the place to be\n\n  Tash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\n  Mos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  We got the universal brothers that you got to like\n\n  Now ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\n  So turn your AC up 'cause it's hot tonight!\n  And 'til the bright early morn' we'll be rocking you all\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  All my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  All my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say\n  Don't stop, the body Rock\n\n  Shaolin to LI and you know we're fly, said\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  All the people on the Greens and the land in between said\n  Don't stop, the body rock, no stopping, no stopping\n\n  Out in Jersey, no stopping\n  Philadelpi I, no stopping\n  Chi Town getting down, the playgrounds\n  Detroit you say, no stopping\n  In Cali, no stopping\n  And the great VA, no stopping, it says\n\n  It said the Brooklyn town, no stopping\n  And the Boogie Down, no stopping\n  LI and Queens, no stopping\n  And you see Medina Greens, no stopping\n\n  You know we, Lyricist Lounge, no stopping\n  And my man Abstract, no stopping\n  Cause see we never the wack, no stopping\n  Don't stop, the body bock, don't stop\n"},{"id":36133409,"name":"Body Rock","trackName":"Body Rock","artistName":"Mos Def feat. Q-Tip & Tash","albumName":"Rawkus Records: Best of Decade I (1995-2005)","duration":312.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aight, uhh, alright y'all slow down I'm trying\nAight, yo I I only took a little bit of Spanish you gotta\nI, I hear what you're saying but yo, aight okay\nAlright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you, okay\nAlright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you yo\n\nAll my people in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say\nWe don't stop, the body rock\nAll my people in Queens and the land in between say we\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\nShaolin and LI say you know we're fly, say we\nDon't stop, the body rock\nFrom the east to the west son we take it to the chest say we\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\nI'm in the lab with ab, I got the band they're fat\nMy man T A S H take it to your breastplate\nIt's the mighty Mos Def, complete the trilogy\nJust shot myself a dime, see are you feeling me?\n\nSon I'm wicked and nice when I'm on facility\nLet me take a sec to review what I wrote\nMos Def and I sound par fresh, okay it's dope\nLet's record this they gonna want this\n\nAnd all area crew is gonna flaunt this\nAnd when we step to the plate Pah it's flawless\nMy man T A S H with styles glory great\nGreat, great great, great great\n\nUp next we got CaTash with that west coast rhyming\nBombing niggaz with the style as dangerous as mountain climbing\n'Cause the Alkie words I'm spitting be twisting while you listening\nPlus I'm in this motherfucker with the Likwit coalition\n\nThat'll leave you in position, twisted backwards like dough go\nWhile you staring down my throat like, \"Is he drunk or is he sober?\"\nWho knows, all I know is Tash got flows\nAnd got the technique to get the ladies out of their clothes\n\nI been overly exposed to the forty O's and chickens\nSo I'ma keep it pumping 'til the beat stop kicking\nOr 'til the plot thickens, 'cause this is how we do\nCaTash Trophe, Mos Def, and the brother man\n\nWhat's up Tash, hey yo, Tip can't call it\nSure as Mos is Def and you alkaholik\nI'ma be surfing at, thing that's worth dealing\nHypodermically, shoot up your feeling\n\nFiguratively, speaking of course now\nOld and greediness, seeking it's course now\nWhat we gonna do, eradicate them\nShoot them from the jam, they be diseased phlegm\n\nTash love, are you ready to rock the mic?\nQ-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\nMos def, are you ready to rock the mic?\nWe got the universal style that you got to like\n\nAnd ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\nSo turn the AC up 'cause it's hot tonight\nAnd 'til the bright early morn' we be rocking you all\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\n'Cause I'm next to flex, and I'm technically advanced\nTo turn you on like cybersex, so in less than two sec's\nI blind MC's like Thomas Dolby with the Science that'll leave\nThey braincells frying slowly so slowly I flow and\n\nExpress written consent, from the under grounding niggaz\n'Coast II Coast' I represent 'cause getting bent, I do\nBut I'm doper than Sherm plus the way I put it down\nCould burn the perm off Big Worm, so peep this private screening\n\nOf the last action hero that be freezing rappers dead in they tracks\nLike Sub Zero 'cause Rico ain't no joke\nI eat yo' flows and yo' beat up rappers even feel my presence\nWhen I'm home with my feet up\n\nYo what you skied up or treed up?\nRelax and pull a seat up, make your landlord turn the heat up\nGot the opposition shook like Tiger Woods about to tee up\nSo niggaz no competition with the clear Mos Definition\n\nMC's screaming now for years\nCan't rhyme without their mom's permission\nYou just a young'un coming out, getting gassed to run your mouth\nWilding on the run about, Baby Pah you coming out\nBarking that you want a 'bout but son you know the come about\nWhen Mos Def blow up and, you don't, nothing\n\nDon't you know nothing? My crew go hunting\nWe keep it on the norm then we transform som'ing\nAnd while, we do it, you bounce to it\nThe cops wanna stop the Body Rock but don't do it\n\nDynomite like Jimmy J.J.\nSwap down penny, somewhere in LA\nNow we got to bond like Voltron\nTash you the bomb, Mos you the won ton\n\nQ will pick the lead, I must drop on thee\nA B S, I bust down, facility\nT R A C T is the MC\nIt's the LL, inside the place to be\n\nTash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?\nQ-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\nMos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?\nWe got the universal brothers that you got to like\n\nNow ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\nSo turn your AC up 'cause it's hot tonight!\nAnd 'til the bright early morn' we'll be rocking you all\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\nAll my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say\nDon't stop, the body rock\nAll my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say\nDon't stop, the body Rock\n\nShaolin to LI and you know we're fly, said\nDon't stop, the body rock\nAll the people on the Greens and the land in between said\nDon't stop, the body rock, no stopping, no stopping\n\nOut in Jersey, no stopping\nPhiladelpi I, no stopping\nChi Town getting down, the playgrounds\nDetroit you say, no stopping\nIn Cali, no stopping\nAnd the great VA, no stopping, it says\n\nIt said the Brooklyn town, no stopping\nAnd the Boogie Down, no stopping\nLI and Queens, no stopping\nAnd you see Medina Greens, no stopping\n\nYou know we, Lyricist Lounge, no stopping\nAnd my man Abstract, no stopping\nCause see we never the wack, no stopping\nDon't stop, the body bock, don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Body Rock\n  artist: Mos Def feat. 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My crew go hunting\n  We keep it on the norm then we transform som'ing\n  And while, we do it, you bounce to it\n  The cops wanna stop the Body Rock but don't do it\n\n  Dynomite like Jimmy J.J.\n  Swap down penny, somewhere in LA\n  Now we got to bond like Voltron\n  Tash you the bomb, Mos you the won ton\n\n  Q will pick the lead, I must drop on thee\n  A B S, I bust down, facility\n  T R A C T is the MC\n  It's the LL, inside the place to be\n\n  Tash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\n  Mos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  We got the universal brothers that you got to like\n\n  Now ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\n  So turn your AC up 'cause it's hot tonight!\n  And 'til the bright early morn' we'll be rocking you all\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  All my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  All my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say\n  Don't stop, the body Rock\n\n  Shaolin to LI and you know we're fly, said\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  All the people on the Greens and the land in between said\n  Don't stop, the body rock, no stopping, no stopping\n\n  Out in Jersey, no stopping\n  Philadelpi I, no stopping\n  Chi Town getting down, the playgrounds\n  Detroit you say, no stopping\n  In Cali, no stopping\n  And the great VA, no stopping, it says\n\n  It said the Brooklyn town, no stopping\n  And the Boogie Down, no stopping\n  LI and Queens, no stopping\n  And you see Medina Greens, no stopping\n\n  You know we, Lyricist Lounge, no stopping\n  And my man Abstract, no stopping\n  Cause see we never the wack, no stopping\n  Don't stop, the body bock, don't stop\n"},{"id":18964830,"name":"Body Rock","trackName":"Body Rock","artistName":"Mos Def ft. 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My crew go hunting\nWe keep it on the norm then we transform som'ing\nAnd while, we do it, you bounce to it\nThe cops wanna stop the Body Rock but don't do it\n\nDynomite like Jimmy J.J.\nSwap down penny, somewhere in LA\nNow we got to bond like Voltron\nTash you the bomb, Mos you the won ton\n\nQ will pick the lead, I must drop on thee\nA B S, I bust down, facility\nT R A C T is the MC\nIt's the LL, inside the place to be\n\nTash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?\nQ-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\nMos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?\nWe got the universal brothers that you got to like\n\nNow ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\nSo turn your AC up 'cause it's hot tonight!\nAnd 'til the bright early morn' we'll be rocking you all\nDon't stop, the body rock\n\nAll my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say\nDon't stop, the body rock\nAll my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say\nDon't stop, the body Rock\n\nShaolin to LI and you know we're fly, said\nDon't stop, the body rock\nAll the people on the Greens and the land in between said\nDon't stop, the body rock, no stopping, no stopping\n\nOut in Jersey, no stopping\nPhiladelpi I, no stopping\nChi Town getting down, the playgrounds\nDetroit you say, no stopping\nIn Cali, no stopping\nAnd the great VA, no stopping, it says\n\nIt said the Brooklyn town, no stopping\nAnd the Boogie Down, no stopping\nLI and Queens, no stopping\nAnd you see Medina Greens, no stopping\n\nYou know we, Lyricist Lounge, no stopping\nAnd my man Abstract, no stopping\nCause see we never the wack, no stopping\nDon't stop, the body bock, don't stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Body Rock\n  artist: Mos Def ft. Q-Tip & Tash\n  album: Rawkus Records Presents-Best Of Decade I (1995-2005)\n  duration_ms: 311850\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aight, uhh, alright y'all slow down I'm trying\n  Aight, yo I I only took a little bit of Spanish you gotta\n  I, I hear what you're saying but yo, aight okay\n  Alright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you, okay\n  Alright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you yo\n\n  All my people in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say\n  We don't stop, the body rock\n  All my people in Queens and the land in between say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  Shaolin and LI say you know we're fly, say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  From the east to the west son we take it to the chest say we\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  I'm in the lab with ab, I got the band they're fat\n  My man T A S H take it to your breastplate\n  It's the mighty Mos Def, complete the trilogy\n  Just shot myself a dime, see are you feeling me?\n\n  Son I'm wicked and nice when I'm on facility\n  Let me take a sec to review what I wrote\n  Mos Def and I sound par fresh, okay it's dope\n  Let's record this they gonna want this\n\n  And all area crew is gonna flaunt this\n  And when we step to the plate Pah it's flawless\n  My man T A S H with styles glory great\n  Great, great great, great great\n\n  Up next we got CaTash with that west coast rhyming\n  Bombing niggaz with the style as dangerous as mountain climbing\n  'Cause the Alkie words I'm spitting be twisting while you listening\n  Plus I'm in this motherfucker with the Likwit coalition\n\n  That'll leave you in position, twisted backwards like dough go\n  While you staring down my throat like, \"Is he drunk or is he sober?\"\n  Who knows, all I know is Tash got flows\n  And got the technique to get the ladies out of their clothes\n\n  I been overly exposed to the forty O's and chickens\n  So I'ma keep it pumping 'til the beat stop kicking\n  Or 'til the plot thickens, 'cause this is how we do\n  CaTash Trophe, Mos Def, and the brother man\n\n  What's up Tash, hey yo, Tip can't call it\n  Sure as Mos is Def and you alkaholik\n  I'ma be surfing at, thing that's worth dealing\n  Hypodermically, shoot up your feeling\n\n  Figuratively, speaking of course now\n  Old and greediness, seeking it's course now\n  What we gonna do, eradicate them\n  Shoot them from the jam, they be diseased phlegm\n\n  Tash love, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\n  Mos def, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  We got the universal style that you got to like\n\n  And ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\n  So turn the AC up 'cause it's hot tonight\n  And 'til the bright early morn' we be rocking you all\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  'Cause I'm next to flex, and I'm technically advanced\n  To turn you on like cybersex, so in less than two sec's\n  I blind MC's like Thomas Dolby with the Science that'll leave\n  They braincells frying slowly so slowly I flow and\n\n  Express written consent, from the under grounding niggaz\n  'Coast II Coast' I represent 'cause getting bent, I do\n  But I'm doper than Sherm plus the way I put it down\n  Could burn the perm off Big Worm, so peep this private screening\n\n  Of the last action hero that be freezing rappers dead in they tracks\n  Like Sub Zero 'cause Rico ain't no joke\n  I eat yo' flows and yo' beat up rappers even feel my presence\n  When I'm home with my feet up\n\n  Yo what you skied up or treed up?\n  Relax and pull a seat up, make your landlord turn the heat up\n  Got the opposition shook like Tiger Woods about to tee up\n  So niggaz no competition with the clear Mos Definition\n\n  MC's screaming now for years\n  Can't rhyme without their mom's permission\n  You just a young'un coming out, getting gassed to run your mouth\n  Wilding on the run about, Baby Pah you coming out\n  Barking that you want a 'bout but son you know the come about\n  When Mos Def blow up and, you don't, nothing\n\n  Don't you know nothing? My crew go hunting\n  We keep it on the norm then we transform som'ing\n  And while, we do it, you bounce to it\n  The cops wanna stop the Body Rock but don't do it\n\n  Dynomite like Jimmy J.J.\n  Swap down penny, somewhere in LA\n  Now we got to bond like Voltron\n  Tash you the bomb, Mos you the won ton\n\n  Q will pick the lead, I must drop on thee\n  A B S, I bust down, facility\n  T R A C T is the MC\n  It's the LL, inside the place to be\n\n  Tash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic\n  Mos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?\n  We got the universal brothers that you got to like\n\n  Now ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic\n  So turn your AC up 'cause it's hot tonight!\n  And 'til the bright early morn' we'll be rocking you all\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n\n  All my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  All my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say\n  Don't stop, the body Rock\n\n  Shaolin to LI and you know we're fly, said\n  Don't stop, the body rock\n  All the people on the Greens and the land in between said\n  Don't stop, the body rock, no stopping, no stopping\n\n  Out in Jersey, no stopping\n  Philadelpi I, no stopping\n  Chi Town getting down, the playgrounds\n  Detroit you say, no stopping\n  In Cali, no stopping\n  And the great VA, no stopping, it says\n\n  It said the Brooklyn town, no stopping\n  And the Boogie Down, no stopping\n  LI and Queens, no stopping\n  And you see Medina Greens, no stopping\n\n  You know we, Lyricist Lounge, no stopping\n  And my man Abstract, no stopping\n  Cause see we never the wack, no stopping\n  Don't stop, the body bock, don't stop\n"}]